What should we call the particular shade of blue the sky turns at very last light? Or the moment you meet a stranger but feel deeply that you have known them before?

Why do female turtles return to the exact same beach they were hatched on to lay their own eggs? How do they know where to go?

If trees could talk which language would they choose?

The word god is just a noise. Let’s ask the more beautiful questions. Like why is it that a human soul will always gravitate toward beauty when left to its own devices? Like can the mountain feel us when we are on her?